Many of the tribes in the Nanban have developed their own civilization after thousands of years of multiplication, and although they still believe in their former totems, they are in fact no different from the Han Chinese.

They have their own writing, they have their own trade. They practiced martial arts and self-improvement, they hunted and fished in the Wuthering Mountains, they had learned to plant simply, and although they still liked to record things on animal skins, it had to be said that they did have their own writing and their own civilization.

Many of them had already learned the pronunciation of the Han people, and they had also experienced wars, and many of the weak scholars among the Han people were plundered to the Southern Barbarians.

Between life and death, they taught these Nanban people a lot of knowledge, and unconsciously, the wisdom of the Nanban people has also been raised to the height of many Han people.

Many tribes in the Nanban have let go of their grievances with the Han people and have begun to communicate and integrate with each other. This culture was a gradual fusion of material civilizations, and many tribes grew as a result.

Of course, there are also many Nanban people who refuse to have cultural exchanges with the Han people, they think that this is a betrayal of the ancestors and totems, and they will suffer from the ancestors' spurned ancestor behavior, so they oppose the flow of Han materials to southern Xinjiang, oppose the Han people walking on the land of southern Xinjiang, often attack the Han caravans, and attack the Han people's cities.

This group of tribes was led by the Jiuling tribe, one of the ten tribes of the Southern Barbarians, and formed an anti-Han alliance.

Another group of tribes that actively integrated with the Han people formed the Lianhan League with the Shenxiang Tribe, which was also one of the ten major tribes.

The last part of the people, who were neither willing to be enemies of the Han Chinese, nor tribes who were unwilling to be friends with the anti-Han alliance, formed the Nanban Alliance. The Nanban Alliance, which consisted of most of the ten tribes, enjoyed the convenience of trading with the Han Chinese, but opposed the integration of Han Chinese culture into their culture, and also opposed the war with the Han Chinese.

They believe in ancestral spirits and totems. While constantly striving for self-improvement, it also guards the tranquility of southern Xinjiang. Most of the wars that broke out between the two alliances were mediated by them.

It was a very unfortunate thing for the caravan to encounter the anti-Han alliance, which meant killing and plundering.

What made Wang Baiguan even more desperate was that what they encountered was not the civilized tribes in the Southern Barbarians, but those with terrifying force. But they did not give birth to their own civilization, and they still lived a life of drinking blood.

They are the common enemies of the Nanban and the Han Chinese, but they have a terrifying force that most of the small Nanban tribes cannot resist.

This time it was such a cannibal tribe that attacked Wang Baiguan, led by a ten-foot-tall, cannibal warrior like a towering giant, holding a huge totem pole, a bearskin skirt hanging from his waist, **** upper body, and two rows of uneven fangs were exposed on an ugly giant face. It was stained with blood. There was a string of human head skeletons around his neck, and after carefully counting the number of skeletons on it, Wang Baiguan's mind instantly fell into despair.

"It's over, it's over, I actually met an eight-headed warrior here. "The cannibals that surrounded the caravan on and off the trees failed to bring Wang Baiguan a sense of despair, just because there was a master master in his ranks.

This is a master he hired with a lot of money, but he found that among the cannibals surrounding them, there were eight-headed warriors of the same level as the grandmaster master of the Central Plains.

Cannibals use skulls as totems, and the strongest among them are given the right to wear them. And the number of skulls worn determines their strength.

The leader of the cannibal clan had awakened the ancestral spirit at a glance. A terrifying existence with the power of summoning totems, that is, the most noble eight-headed warrior among the cannibals, of course, the other kind of cannibals who have awakened the ancestral spirit, but do not see the battle for a long time, will bear the burden of presiding over the sacrifice within the clan.

Not all warriors in the cannibal tribe were able to awaken the ancestral spirit, but Wang Baiguan was very unlucky. He met such an existence that had awakened the ancestral spirit.

Cannibals are fierce and violent, and they don't know how to cultivate independently, they only know how to constantly strengthen their own bodies, and when their bodies reach a certain level, they have a certain chance of awakening ancestral spirits through special rituals. Gain 'Divine Power'.

Overall. They are actually martial artists who cultivate their physical bodies like the Giant God Sect, but they don't have their own cultivation system.

The harsh environment of southern Xinjiang has given them great disasters, limiting their intellectual growth and bringing them extraordinary talents.

Each of the eight-headed warriors of the cannibal clan possessed a strength far superior to that of the Han Grandmaster, and Wang Baiguan's mind fell into despair.

He shrunk his head and looked expectantly at the only Grandmaster beside him, knowing that he might not be a match for the cannibal leader, but he could only see him as his only recourse.

Although Zhou Mengdie and the others gave him a mysterious feeling, when he asked the strength of the grandmaster Zhou Mengdie and the others beside him, he only got a contemptuous look from him.

Now that the catastrophe is coming, it is natural that unknown factors such as Zhou Mengdie cannot be expected to turn the tide.

At this moment, the leader of the eight-headed cannibal clan saw that his encirclement had been formed, and said in his heart: "Then, the next thing is the time for harvest." He let out a roar that thumped at his strong chest like an orangutan.

The cannibal warriors around him also whined in response, and when he was about to attack, the 'only' grandmaster in the caravan moved.

His form turned into a streamer of light and soared into the sky, slapping it towards the cannibal leader.

"It's good, capture the thief and capture the king first, and he is worthy of being a master master. A hint of flushing appeared on Wang Baiguan's face, and he said in his heart: "Since Sect Master Li has made a move, then he must be sure." ”

"Amazing, Senior Li's move is really as fast as lightning. "It's really worthy of being a grandmaster, I don't know what the name of this palm is. ”

"You don't even know this, really, why did the seniors fly back?"

Before everyone could be completely overjoyed, Sect Master Li was casually slapped upside down by the cannibal warrior like a fly.

His figure did not stop, he jumped out of the encirclement of the cannibals in the air, retreated towards the way he came, and shouted loudly: "The thief is powerful, you hold on, the old man goes and asks for help." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

When the cannibal leader saw him flying upside down, he was already puzzled, he just slapped it casually, how could he have such great power to beat people upside down and fly so far, but he didn't want that person to run away directly, which made the cannibal leader have a feeling of being played by the prey.

Something that hadn't happened in a long time had happened again, and he couldn't help but think of the time he had run in the sunset. It was the tragic life of him who fell off a cliff and broke his legs in pursuit of an eagle.

Now, he has been tricked by his prey again, how can he bear it?

His anger filled his chest, and after roaring loudly at the encircled caravan, he waved the totem pole in his hand and threw himself at the crowd.

The surrounding cannibals did not make a move, and among the hierarchical cannibal tribes, the warriors who were the leaders of all the prey that were surrounded had the right to be selected and slaughtered first.

They just held up the totemic weapons in their hands, and their mouths made a series of rhythmic cheering sounds, like the war drums of the two armies, putting great pressure on the guards in the caravan.

Zhou Mengdie has never been a hero who likes to come out at the last moment to save the world, but at this time he really didn't make a move. Because there was a man who moved faster than him, oh no, a monkey. He is a golden monkey and he has a human name called Qi Tian.

This is the first time he's fought against a Strength Warrior since he has fought against a Grandmaster. Looking at his height nearly twice as tall, he couldn't help but think of the poor chimpanzee who was left by Fei Peng to guard the gate of Buzhou Mountain.

It was as if he had returned to his childhood a long time ago, when he was still a carefree wild monkey, he had never met his master, he had never seen the old man with a bull's nose who had been struck by lightning and disappeared, he had never learned martial arts. At that time, he used to 'play happily' with a giant ape that was three times his height.

There was a hint of remembrance in its pupils, but the stick in its hand did not hesitate to smash at the totem pole that had been smashed from the top of its head.

There was a loud bang, and the earth shook, and the diminutive Qi Tian slammed into the huge totem pole in the hand of the tall cannibal leader with a golden stick in his hand.

It was a very unfair duel, but the result shocked both the cannibal warriors and Wang Baiguan and his caravan guards.

It was an unfair matchup, but it produced a result that shocked everyone. When the golden stick intersected with the totem pole, it was bent and deformed by the terrifying force, and the totem pole made of unknown objects was smashed into two halves from the center.

The most surprising thing was not so, but the body of the tall cannibal leader was actually smashed upside down and flew out. Since coming down from Wudang Mountain, Zhou Mengdie has not seen the power of Qi Tian for a long time, and at this moment, his heart is completely equipped with the strength of his apprentice.

Looking at the cannibal leader flying upside down, Qi Tian's monkey face showed a hint of mockery, and he threw away the golden stick in his hand, showing a provocative look at the cannibal leader, and at the same time made a very mocking gesture. (To be continued.) )